43 notesShe can come near me, but not come near me? *he raises a brow* With the way you’re saying that, it sounds like you’re getting into all sorts of disturbing there, Draco. *coughs* But of course I’m getting you back. You didn’t think you’d get away with all of it, did you? *smiles…
*He lets out a small sigh as he mumbles against Draco’s neck* Good then. Because you’re mines. *He lets the comment about Zabini and him slide, not wanting to think about that image. Period.* Honestly, well you kissed Seamus….how was I suppose to know. But for the record, I only have a thing for you. *He smirks slightly* And you’re a Slytherin, so why would you ever stop teasing me? It’s been five years, Draco. Mm.. I suppose it’s my turn now. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs eleven years. I think Oliver Wood is fuckable-fit. I already told Hermione about you and I.
Yeah… well, what matters is now. Now that we’re over...part. And everything seems perfect...
“Yeah, the freak out...followed it wasn’t quite so sweet, in fact, it was rather bitter”...